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Close. Elena looked up at her sister whose short red hair was styled in two pigtails and her green eyes caring and full of love.

"You knew I'd find you right?" Natasha asked her.

"Of course she knew that, but Elena was young and losing her sister was the worst thing that could happen to her. She couldn't imagine Natasha not being on her life. In fact, she'd make anyone pay if they were the cause of them splitting up in an abrupt manner. She narrowed her eyes, silently swearing she'd never let anything separate them.

"Girls!" Called their mother from the house. "Time to come inside!"

Elena sighed. "I don't wanna."

Natasha stood. "Well we have to. Mommy said so.

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